A Lady Clad in Light

A Lady Clad in Light

A rescue. A visit to a temple. And a whole lot of cum.

Pairings: Female Night Elf (Shalendris) x Futanari Draenei (Naienna)

Contains: Massive Tits, Massive Cock (36+ inches), Transformation (Breast Expansion, Ass Growth), Futanari, Interspecies, Size Difference, Cervix Penetration, Cum Inflation/Bloating, Excessive Semen, Deepthroating, Throat bulging, Titfucking, Cunnilingus, Magical Cum, Semi-Public Sex (Temple), Multi Orgasmic, Cum Painting, Cum Absorption

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Blackrock Spire.

There existed few places as foul as that place in all the Eastern Kingdoms save, perhaps, for the floating necropoli of the Scourge.

It was not a place most folk willingly sought. For those who did often ended up in positions not too dissimilar to Shalendris's own - locked behind iron bars as some pet to which one would feed scraps. If they were lucky.

Some were killed outright. Others were enslaved.

Shalendris had thought, after the first day, that she might be used as some sexual plaything for the Blackrock orcs occupying the mountain fortress, for they would constantly, and quite openly stare at her breasts, making obscene gestures and speaking words she knew were far from chaste.

None of the brutes, however, had gone any further than that in their torment.

The night elf closed her eyes, reaching. As a druid, she knew plants well. She'd always had an affinity for them, an ability to hear and understand them. Here, however, in the fiery depths of Blackrock Mountain, there existed little such greenery.

When she closed her eyes, she could sense nothing nearby. She was alone.

Perhaps, then, Elune might hear her. She'd never been as devoted as other kaldorei, but the Goddess watched over all her children, did she not?

In the darkness of her cell, she recited a quick prayer. The only one she knew, in truth, having learned it as a child when her father would bring her to her village's temple.

She knew not what the orcs had planned for her, and she had no intention of finding out.

Despite all her efforts, however, no response came. Blackrock Mountain and the fiery landscape around it, it seemed, held little greenery for her to call upon.

And so, she allowed herself to drift back to sleep.

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"Psst, hey."

"Hey!"

"Shalendris, wake up!"

Shalendris's eyes shot open as she sat up - causing a seismic wobbling of her immense, and barely-contained, chest. Her silver eyes immediately sought the source of that decidedly feminine voice. "Who's there?" she called out, her half-whispered voice hoarse from disuse.

She didn't dare approach the bars of her cell, for fear of some orcish trick.

"You're awake, good," came that voice again as its owner appeared at the corner of her cell's wall. The woman - a Lightforged Draenei, by her golden eyes and horns - looked over her shoulder at Shalendris, offering the druidess a smile before her gaze swept the hall from one end to the other. "Forgive the time your rescue took. The raid upon Lakeshire left much destruction. I came as soon as I heard that the town's beloved healer was taken. Are you ready to leave?"

The Draenei's gaze briefly flicked down to the elf's prodigious bust, and Shalendris was made self-conscious by it, though only for the moment it took for the woman's last few words to register.

"Leave?" Shalendris asked, incredulous. "Forget leaving, how did you even manage to get here?"

"A tale for another time, little Kaldorei. Unless you wish for me to build a campfire in these very halls to regale you with stories of my journey while the orcs bring us ale and sweetmeats," the Draenei replied with a wry smile.

Shalendris offered no reply save for a slight sigh as she rose, dusting off her ample behind with a few swats. "Right. I suppose you have the keys?"

The Draenei turned fully towards the cell, hands to the bars, and Shalendris's eyes widened at the woman's beauty. While Shalendris had already known her fair share of incredibly beautiful - and gifted-between-the-legs - Draenei, this one outshone them all by a none-too-small margin.

In the torchlight of the dungeon, Shalendris could well see her angelic features, glowing golden tattoos radiating with a potent inner light that summoned forth memories of the few Naaru she'd seen in her lifetime.

Her long, elegant horns, swept back and over her silvery hair as a golden symbol of the Naaru glowed upon her forehead in a fashion similar to Shalendris's own glowing crescent moon.

Golden jewelry adorned those horns, only adding to her impressive appearance.

The woman's amazonian body was encased in plates of white-and-gold, masterfully crafted to protect and accentuate that powerful form. From that armor seemed to emanate a network of runes and patterns that could only be described as solid light.

At her back was slung a gigantic hammer of a brilliant silver, the head of which seemed to be the size of Shalendris's whole torso, shaped as a dragon's head.

The kaldorei immediately felt at ease as time seemed to resume for her after many long moments of staring at that divine beauty.

"I am Naienna," the stranger introduced herself with the soft, musical accent of her people. "I need no key."

Her fingers closed around two of the iron bars of Shalendris's cell. With muscles barely tensing, she began to pull. The iron groaned in protest for a heartbeat before it yielded to the woman's strength.

Outward, those bars bent, and Shalendris could only stare in disbelief. An ogre could not have accomplished such a feat.

"H-how..."

"A tale for another time," Naienna replied once more, offering the night elf another grin.

Shalendris tucked a loose strand of hair behind her long, elven ear, offering a slight huff of protest. "You may be clad in the armor of the Vindicators, Lady Naienna, and you may claim to be a saviour, yet I have known you for less than the time it takes for a leaf to fall from branch to ground. What guarantees do I have that you are not some demon of the Burning Legion, here to abduct me and turn me to a life of debauchery?"

Naienna blinked for a moment, halting that bending of the bars. "Well, if you wish to stay, I am certain that your 'life of debauchery' will be much shortened with these orcs, trolls, and ogres."

During those moments of silence, the Draenei couldn't help the slight grin of amusement that came upon her at the elf's outburst.

After a moment's consideration, a reluctant frown upon her features, Shalendris finally relented. Whatever this woman had in store for her couldn't possibly be worse than the fate that surely awaited her here. Still...

With a weary sigh, Shalendris stepped forward. "Very well."

"The people of Lakeshire spoke highly of you, Lady Shalendris. I see they were not mistaken, you are as wise as you are beautiful," came the Draenei's words as she resumed that bar-bending, soon creating a space large enough for Shalendris and her overgrown chest to pass through.

Squeezing through the opening proved more challenging than initially anticipated, for as Shalendris turned sideways, her enormous bust got stuck in the narrow gap. She inhaled deeply, as if sucking in her stomach would somehow cause her tits to shrink.

"Perhaps I should..." Naienna offered, reaching towards the bars.

"I..." Shalendris grunted, bringing her hands to her chest.

"Can..." she huffed, squeezing against her breasts to compress them.

"Manage!!" she groaned, wiggling her upper body to try and get through.

Naienna stared at her for a moment. She'd not even gotten a tenth of a single breast through. Stubborn woman.

As she did so, the partially-destroyed druidic bustier she had on caught on a jagged edge of the bent metal. The fabric weakened, torn as it was during her capture.

And it offered no resistance as she gave herself a sudden push through the opening.

RRRRIIIP!

The thing came off completely, sending the kaldorei tumbling forward into Naienna's waiting arms. Time seemed to slow as those great lavender-hued boulders bounced into newfound freedom, falling down to slap meatily upon Shalendris's stomach with an audible SMACK!

Shalendris pulled herself from the Draenei's arms in a panic, immediately reaching up to try and preserve some measure of modesty, cheeks burning a deep crimson. With the flesh of her chest overflowing around her fists, it became quite clear just how immense those elven milkers were, for the dark purple circles of her areolae were easily twice as wide as her hands.

Naienna's glowing eyes lingered for a moment longer than she'd intended on those overgrown pillows before she quickly looked away - not out of any shyness, but rather to avoid making the woman any more uncomfortable than she clearly was. Clearing her throat, Naienna nimbly unfastened her cloak, thrusting the cloth towards the elf. "Here, this should allow -"

"My thanks," Shalendris interrupted her, snatching the fabric which was soon cinched around her bust. She doubted it would provide the necessary support during their escape, but it would have to suffice. What other options were there?

Standing next to one another as they now were, Shalendris mentally noted how this Naienna was taller even than the males of the Draenei, which in turn were already nearly a foot taller than she was.

As though sensing some danger, Naienna took the druidess's hand, whispering a simple "Stay close" as she began leading her down one passageway.

No sooner had they made their way around the corner of the passage than a patrol of orcs came stomping in, torches in hand. Judging by the calm tone of their voices, no alarm had been sounded. Naienna had managed to infiltrate the fortress unseen.

A woman of her size.

As she let her gaze wander across Naienna's armor-clad form, Shalendris wondered if the woman was more mage than paladin, or if she'd spent a small fortune on invisibility potions.

Then, the voices of the orcs became louder.

"Perhaps bending those bars to break you out..." She paused, pulling her hammer as the sound of boots coming their way got louder.

Naienna stepped out into the middle of the hallway and swung her hammer with the ease of one swinging a training sword. Shalendris saw not at what, but the sickening crunch and the wet thud that followed told her much of what had happened.

Orcish cursing from further down the hallway and the sound of boots leaving completed the image. The other orc was trying to escape.

"I am sorry," Naienna said, gripping her hammer tight as she clenched her jaw.

The Draenei's powerful legs pushed her into a pivot, and, with a fluid motion that belied the massive weapon's weight, Naievva hurled the hammer down the corridor.

A second later, Shalendris heard a 'thump', a wet gurgle, the clanging of metal on stone, and silence.

Shalendris dared to look down the corridor. Without breaking a sweat, Naienna had dispatched two orcs, and the night elf dared not look too long at what happened to those two orcs. While she'd never been overfond of the brutes, they had been living, breathing things.

She spoke a quick prayer to Elune under her breath as she followed after Naienna, stepping over the corpses as best she could to avoid stepping in the pooling crimson around them.

"This brings me no joy, either. Had they warned others, many more would have perished," Naienna said with a sadness Shalendris had not seen in her yet. "We've precious little time. These two will be missed soon enough."

With but a nod, Shalendris followed, constantly readjusting the cloth bindings of her chest. Despite how spacious it was, it simply was not made to hold endowments such as hers.

The Draenei led them down a series of winding passages, the ruins of what had once been a proud fortress of the Dark Iron clan. They passed through other cell blocks, and most stood empty save for the few that still held the skeletal remains of prisoners long forgotten.

A shudder ran up Shalendris's spine, knowing such a fate could have been hers, had Naienna not arrived.

As they moved, Naienna's pace increased, as though some unseen force was pushing her to urgency.

Shalendris tried to keep pace, but her breathing became labored, and sweat rolled down her brow from the suffocating heat of the place. Only the sounds of orcs, ogres and the like all about them gave her the strength to carry on. The echoing halls of the Blackrock Depths made it difficult to know where, exactly, those sounds were coming from, as well as their distance.

Naienna, however, seemed entirely unbothered by the heat and pace at which they moved. There was upon her nary a bead of sweat.

Eventually, the pair arrived at a corridor. A dead end.

Shalendris, out of breath, placed a hand on Naienna's back. "Please... Just a moment..." she huffed, her other hand on her knee. She was used to running through the wilds where the air was clean and crisp - the complete opposite of what one found in the smoldering depths of Blackrock Mountain.

"There'll be time to rest later!" the paladin said, glancing back to see a squadron of orcs coming their way. Their leader - his position evident by his sheer size - pointed in their direction and shouted something Shalendris didn't understand.

Their intent couldn't have been clearer, however, as the group of grey-skinned warriors and warlocks started charging down the corridor their way.

"Hold on tight," Naienna instructed, bending down to hoist the night elf over her shoulder in a single effortless motion.

"W-wha- Hold on, now!" Shalendris protested, but those words soon turned to a squawk of surprise as Naienna straightened, securing an arm around her thighs.

Shalendris had no time to formulate any kind of response as Naienna broke into a sprint - towards the dead end - long legs eating up the distance from their position to the end of the corridor, elf in one arm as her other hand held her hammer firmly beneath the head.

"That's a dead eeeE EEn nn dd!!" shouted the night elf. At such speeds, they would doubtlessly crash right into the wall at the end of the corridor.

Bouncing unceremoniously against Naienna's armored back, Shalendris's massive lavender titties briefly drew the attention of the pursuing orcs, their gaze drawn to them like bees to honey. By some miracle of Elune, they remained (mostly) contained inside the makeshift garment.

That momentary distraction seemed to rob the orcs of any coordination, as they soon began crashing into one another, wits gone along with their coordination.

In seconds, that entire patrol had devolved into a tangle of grey limbs, with only a green-skinned warlock avoiding calamity. That green-skinned woman stepped over the fallen soldiers, calling upon her fel powers.

Emerald flame appeared between her palms, and she began aiming that spell towards the elf and Draenei.

Naienna did not pause. Did not even look over her shoulder as she charged towards the wall.

Shalendris began to shout a warning as an emerald-hued missile started hurtling towards her, the air around it sizzling -

Until it didn't.

Blinking, the kaldorei found herself on the other side of a rough-hewn wall, which would have been in total darkness had it not been for the glow of Naienna's armor and markings.

The Draenei set Shalendris down gently, and the kaldorei looked around the "room" to find it had not a single exit to speak of.

"We should be safe here, for now," the Draenei whispered. "The orcs cannot pass through my illusion-wall."

Shalendris nodded pretending she understood what had just happened though her mind was awhirl with countless questions. She knew those questions would only be met with answers of tales-for-another-time.

"We did not teleport," the Draenei explained, as though reading the kaldorei's mind. "This is simply an illusion through which we can freely pass. Our foes, however, will believe we simply vanished through solid stone. Unless one of them has knowledge of illusion magic sufficient to see through the illusion, we will be safe."

The two remained thus, silent as they listened for the sounds of pursuit, but only hearing their own shaky breaths and the distant rumbling of the mountain's heart.

"If rest is what you need, Shalendris, then we shall remain here for a few moments more,' Naienna said, that mellifluous tone of hers sending a warm shuddering up Shalendris's spine.

Offering a nod, Shalendris allowed herself to slump back against the chamber's wall. She'd not noticed when they'd entered, but the place was rather suffocating, with barely enough space for the two of them.

"Your illusion couldn't have been placed... further back? In a manner to give us more room?" Shalendris asked with a nervous laugh, sweat beading on her skin.

Naienna shook her head. "The more likely an illusion is, the better its chances of fooling our foes."

Shalendris gave a hum. "I see," she replied, trying to look at anything save for the gorgeous woman standing less than a foot from her.

As the seconds passed, she became more and more aware of her presence, of the heat radiating from her body, of her divine physique, of -

"You're staring," Naienna remarked, lips curled in a smirk.

"Ah! Um, I... I'm sorry." Shalendris felt her cheeks burn hotter than even the mountain's magma. She swallowed hard.

It was Naienna's turn to hum at that answer.

"It's quite hot in here..." the elf remarked, tugging at her makeshift top. "Your cloak isn't ideal in such heat."

"Remove it, then," the Draenei replied simply, grinning down at the smaller woman, who could plainly tell that the challenge was not made only in jest.

"B-buh... W-we have to leave!"

Naienna did not reply, listening for sounds from outside. "You're right," she said, becoming serious once more, a hand finding its way to Shalendris's waist. "I hear nothing outside."

The druidess froze at the other woman's touch, though she made no move to leave.

"Once we leave..." The Draenei's eyes fell upon Shalendris.

Shalendris bit her lower lip slightly. "Yes?"

"And when the folk of Lakeshire have been tended to..."

"Yes?" Shalendris prompted once more, eagerness flashing in her eyes.

"Perhaps you would like to show me the lands from which you come? I so enjoy the temples your people have built for Elune."

Shalendris's lips curled into a shy smile as genuine excitement came upon her features. "Oh, yes, of course. We have many that yet stand, most of which date back to the Kaldorei Empire. My friend Talena would be able to tell you all about them. I am not as dutiful in my worship of Mother Moon as I would like to be -" she eagerly overexplained, stopping herself quite suddenly as she realized she'd been speaking far too much.

"I'll hold you to that promise, then," Naienna said with a grin, and she stepped out into the corridor beyond.

Luckily for them, no orcs, trolls, or other such foes were there to greet them.

They moved swiftly through the winding corridors, Naienna leading Shalendris through the labyrinthine complex as though she'd memorized every twist and turn of the place. The night elf, however, struggled to keep pace, those oversized breasts of hers difficult to manage in such situations.

When the night elf thought she might simply collapse from exhaustion, she saw it.

The entrance to Blackrock Spire, the corridor by which one could go up towards the upper reaches of the fortress or into its depths.

Too busy emptying his bladder against a nearby wall, the lone sentry did not see the two women as they made their way out of that hellish place and out into the Burning Steppes - a vision of blackened earth, flowing magma and a sky of a reddish-grey.

"Out of the frying pan..." Shalendris huffed, pressing her hands to her hips as she threw her head back to catch her breath.

Something she immediately regretted as the sulfurous air of that awful place immediately stung her throat. She twisted her face in disgust.

"Worry not, fair Shalendris," Naienna reassured her, placing two fingers in her mouth to let forth a sharp whistle.

Immediately, the flapping of wings reached them, and Shalendris briefly feared they'd been spotted by a black drake still serving the remnants of the Dark Horde.

Instead, her eyes widened when she saw descend upon them a massive faerie dragon, larger than any she'd ever seen on Azeroth. The creature, as majestic as any Shalendris had ever seen, landed upon the stone passway, stirring up a cloud of volcanic dust.

"Beautiful, isn't she?" Naienna said, stepping towards the beast to place a hand upon its long neck, gently rubbing its glowing scales as it shifted slowly from a deep sapphire to a ruby-red. "Few faerie dragons of this size remain. Those of Azeroth rarely grow to such sizes. Those of Draenor often did."

Shalendris offered a quick nod, hesitating to speak on the subject of Draenor, as she knew what had befallen the Draenei there. She knew not if this one had lived there, or if she'd joined the Army of the Light... Truth be told, she knew little about the Draenei or their history, and understood even less.

The dragon's large, round eyes seemed to appraise Shalendris for a moment, gaze lingering on the makeshift covering with what the elf could have sworn was amusement.

"Come, Stormwind awaits," Naienna said, climbing onto the dragon's back with practiced ease. She extended a hand towards Shalendris.

After a moment's hesitation, she took the Draenei's hand and climbed onto the dragon, behind the other rider.

And before she knew it, she was in the air, her arms wrapped around Naienna. Shalendris suppressed a shriek as the massive drake took flight, up, up, and higher still until they were above the burning air and black clouds of that fire-blasted hellscape.

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"We wish you would stay longer," Yandra said, gaze shifting from Shalendris to Naienna. The auburn-haired priestess seemed distraught at the news of their departure.

In the days that followed their return to Lakeshire, Shalendris and Naienna had worked tirelessly together to aid the wounded of Lakeshire as help from the surrounding human settlements trickled in. Few remained who needed healing, and under their watchful eyes, none perished.

Naienna gently took Yandra's hands in hers. "Few are those who've not made a full recovery under your care, Priestess. You need us no longer."

"What if they come back?" the human retorted, looking up at the other woman, towering over both her and her druid companion.

"Then the reinforcements arriving from neighbouring settlements will assist you," Shalendris offered, offering the human a warm smile. She pointed to a gryphon landing on the other side of the lake from which a dwarven warrior descended, carrying upon his back an axe that seemed larger than he was.

That seemed to calm the priestess, and she nodded slowly before extending her arms outwards. Shalendris and Naienna fell into the hug without complaint, even though Yandra's head was nearly swallowed by Shalendris's cleavage.

Eventually, the three of them separated, and Yandra bid the two other women farewell.

"I believe you owe me a visit to one of your temples," Naienna said with a grin, looking down at Shalendris.

"Indeed. We are due for a break. The crossing from the Eastern Kingdoms to Kalimdor takes about a week by boat, after which I'll show you all the temples you wish to see."

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The temple itself stood as a lone sentinel among the giant trees of Ashenvale, its white stone contrasting sharply with the purple-green of the surrounding forest.

"Remarkable," Naienna breathed as they entered the temple.

Shalendris nodded, adjusting the new garments she'd acquired from a Draenei anchorite during the trip. The white garment, which left her shoulders bare, still strained against her mountainous endowments, those twin peaks overflowing and coming nearer to freedom with each step.

The Draenei to whom it had belonged had been generously endowed, to be sure, but even those great blue tits couldn't hold a candle to Shalendris's lavender cannonballs. As such, the hemline left near half of the druidess's purple areolae exposed, clinging desperately to the obscene swell of her chest.

By Elune's grace alone, the garment stayed up.

Room by room, Shalendris explained the temple's history as best she could to her new friend. Her knowledge on the matter was limited to what she could recall of explanations given to her by Talena, her closest friend.

"And this temple predates the War of the Ancients, you say?" Naienna asked, golden orbs lingering on the mile of elven cleavage on display for a few breaths before meeting Shalendris's silver gaze.

"Yes, they're... Ah... On the lower level," Shalendris then answered, a warm blush blooming upon her cheeks.

The two took their time with that visit, and Naienna's hand would often brush against Shalendris, those touches at times intentional, at other times not. Each time, a thrill would overcome the druidess.

Luckily for them both, the Sisterhood of Elune held no reservations about such things, and the only looks sent their way were of appreciation as the priestesses of the temple attended to their duties.

As their steps carried them from one room to another, the two women soon found themselves alone beneath a crystalline dome through which they could plainly see the moon.

And they both became keenly aware of each other.

Shalendris felt her heartbeat quicken as Naienna's eyes met hers, and what had been simmering beneath the surface since that first meeting came rushing forth.

Without a word, they leaned into one another, and their lips caught in a hot kiss.

Their hands were soon upon each other, Shalendris working the bindings holding Naienna's armor, and Naienna slowly pulling down the night elf's draenic robes.

Very little effort was actually required to pull the garment off the druidess, so ill-fitting was that damned thing.

And so the fabric slid down, revealing the splendor of the kaldorei's enormous tits, those mind-boggling mountains only wobbling slightly from their release before settling, firm in their teardrop shape, each one capped with a fat purple nipple that could likely surpass a man's thumb in thickness.

Briefly pulling from the kiss, Naienna helped the night elf in removing her armor, and soon the metal, light-imbued plates fell upon the stone floor below - and they proceeded to remove the rest of it, chainmail, gambeson... And with every piece removed, the two women would meet again in a series of quick, passionate kisses, eager - nay, starved - for one another.

Their breathing was already heavy as they stood naked before one another, caring little for the fact that a priestess might wander in at any time.

Shalendris's eyes widened at what hung, heavy and full, between the Draenei's legs. And growing with every heartbeat.

"Well, now," Shalendris said, unable to tear her gaze from that titanic, vascular she-cock, the thing throbbing quite visibly as it slowly hardened before her very eyes. Her fingers reached for the Draenei's behemoth she-cock, teasing it with fingertips.

A chuckle left her lips, of admiration and nervousness, as she felt the thing's firmness.

This was no illusion.

With deliberate slowness, she ran her fingers down those finger-thick veins, watching as blood was pumped up and down its growing rigidity. Rising, rising, the thing grew fatter and heavier with each passing moment.

And as it grew, the elf would bring a hand to encircle its girth - or, rather, attempt to, for the thing was simply far too large her to even encircle half of its immensity with one hand.

As if to prove that point, she brought a second hand to it, and she quite nearly fell to her knees in awe when she saw that neither her fingers or thumbs could touch, a full two inches still separating them each on either side.

Naienna's dick was, to put it lightly, an absolute titan. A bitch-breaking spire of legendary proportions.

An elf-wrecking cock.

Soon, her hands began to work in tandem along that impressive length. Up and down she pumped, feeling every ridge and pulsing vein against her palms. As a beast rising from its slumber, Naienna's cock grew further, brushing up against Shalendris's legs, her thighs... until it stood horizontally, pressed to the elf's dripping pussy.

A soft sigh left Naienna's lips at the woman's touch, closing her eyes briefly to enjoy those sensations as her cock reached its full length, quite nearly as long as her arm - though much thicker.

"Nngh..." moaned Shalendris as she began grinding herself upon that vascular monstrosity, hands working it in twisting pumps, pussy leaving a glistening trail of her arousal upon the top of that throbbing meatspire. So hard was that thing now that Shalendris felt her feet being lifted off the ground with a spectacularly powerful throb of Naienna's beastly cock.

A grin tugged at the corners of Naienna's lips as she began a slow pumping of her hips, thrusting herself against Shalendris's strokes and that quivering elven snatch.

The Draenei's hands were both upon the druidess's plentiful backside to avoid her falling off that "ride", and she stared into the elf's eyes. They remained as such for a moment, pleasuring one another though making no move to indulge in another kiss, allowing instead the fire between them to grow until it became an inferno.

The possibility of being discovered by the priestesses of the temple seemed so distant... such an impossibility...

Shalendris groaned when she felt Naienna turn, the bobbing of that titanic draecock sending tremors through her as she ground her eager clit to that igneous length.

Those gentle steps, accompanied by the soft clopping of hooves upon the temple's stones, brought them to the room's main altar, a flattened slab upon which had been placed small candles and offerings to Elune. Gently, the two women pushed them aside to make room as Naienna lay Shalendris upon it.

Both knew that Mother Moon celebrated life in all its forms, and so cared little for any perceived sacrilege. While Shalendris had never been the most devout of followers, even she knew that Elune's doctrine embraced physical love as a sacred act.

Moonlight shimmered upon them both as Shalendris felt that enormous cock slide up against her folds until it was freed from the prison of her thighs.

As that pale grey prick came free, it bounce upwards, slinging onto the elf a fat dollop of precum.

That single glob was enough to cover Shalendris from chin to collarbone, her flesh glistening in the pale glow of the moon above.

With an inviting smile, Shalendris spread her legs further, exposing the glistening folds of her pussy, crowned with a slight tuft of purple hair, as if calling out to Naienna: worship me.

Naienna needed no further invitation.

Kneeling before the altar, the Draenei positioned herself between the night elf's open legs, massive cock leaking precum as a waterfall upon the stones below.

Reverent in her touches, Naienna allowed her fingers to wander the elf's curves as she lowered her mouth to the woman's warmth.

The first touch of the Draenei's tongue upon her slick opening sent a violent shudder through Shalendris, and she let forth a whimpering moan. Looking down between her breasts, Shalendris watched as Naienna began her work, tongue tracing every delicate fold of her soaked slit.

Working first one side, then the other, the Draenei seemed fel-bent on driving Shalendris wild, and the druidess found her hand gripping the woman's pale-white locks to pull her face harder between her legs, to drown her in her dripping femininity.

Naienna only hummed appreciatively in response, sending pleasant vibrations through the elf's spasming pussy.

Before long, her tongue had moved up until its tip began circling the eager pink bud of Shalendris's clit, and she brought her fingers up to push into the woman's dripping core. With a long moan, Shalendris arched her back, pushing herself against Naienna's mouth, against her fingers, wishing to become one with that divine touch...

"Nhhhaaaa~!" she wailed, hips rocking against the Draenei's face, thighs trembling before she clamped them to either side of her face.

As those fingers slowly began pumping in her quivering depths, Shalendris gasped and moaned, reaching up with her other hand to grope her own gigantic breasts, palm sinking into that wobbling mass, every shift in position sending those gigantic orbs every which way.

Taking Shalendris's eager clit between her lips, Naienna fluttered her tongue against it, circling and pressing with just the right amount of pressure to drive the elven woman wild.

With thighs clamped so tightly against her head, Naienna could barely hear the woman's moans of ecstasy as she sent her hurtling towards release. Though she could quite well feel the pleasure as Shalendris threatened to drown her in muff and thigh.

The Draenei increased her tempo, fingers working relentlessly as her mouth attended to Shalendris's throbbing bud, mercilessly assailing that pink pearl.

Shalendris panted, gripping her own breasts, teasing the turgid peaks upon them...

And Naienna joined in, free hand reaching up to play with that other fat purple nipple, tugging gently on it, rolling it between index and thumb.

For but a moment, Shalendris expected she'd be brought to climax as she had hundreds of times before by the mouth of a lover - exceptionally skilled, mind you - but with nothing out of the ordinary save for the prodigious, leaking titan between her legs.

For a moment.

Then surprise flashed across her face as she felt something warm thrusting into her. Something hot.

Her eyes shot open and she looked down at Naienna whose eyes were aglow with mischievous intent.

"W-whaaa...!" Shalendris gasped, now understanding that the Draenei had somehow extended her tongue, the muscle becoming more prehensile as it explored her depths. That question faded like morning mist when the Draenei's tongue began coiling and writhing within her.

Shalendris's cry echoed against the temple walls when that dexterous appendage found that most sensitive of spots, massaging it directly.

The sensation was heavenly. Rapturous.

The druidess yielded to Naienna completely, now little more than a writhing, moaning mess.

And things were only starting.

Naienna's glowing eyes watched Shalendris's reactions as her tongue worked the elf's spasming pussy with the precision of a woman working an instrument. And oh, did Shalendris sing.

The elf's hands now clutched the edges of the altar, knuckles white as waves of pleasure rolled over her. Her eyes rolled up, her mouth agape as her breath caught, her brain short-circuiting.

All the while, the Draenei's fingers had never ceased their work, moving from the elf's breasts, to her cunt, and even teasing a few knuckles into her puckered rear.

Relentless, Naienna seemed to have no need for air as she drowned herself between Shalendris's thighs. She savored every drop of nectar proffered, reveling in the woman's moans, in her groans, growing ever more savage, eager.

And then, time stopped for Shalendris.

Everything seemed to fade around her. She shut her eyes.

She closed her eyes, sparks flying at the edges of her vision.

Barely able to control her muscles, she threw her head back and -

"OoooHHHHHhhh!! Eluneeee!!" she wailed in a rare moment of religious fervour as toe-curling, mind-rending pleasure seized her.

Rather than withdraw, Naienna sealed her lips over Shalendris's clit, fingers pumping faster in and out of that clenching elf-pussy, juices running down the cleft of that full, lavender-hued rump... And as Shalendris thrust herself against the Draenei's face as might some bucking beast, Naienna held on, resolute in her desire to see the heights to which she could bring this woman.

She closed her eyes and savored the taste.

"Oooh... Oh." Shalendris gasped, trembling, as her senses returned to her, trembling ever so slightly as the aftershocks of that release rippled through her.

Her chest rose and fell with each shaky, labored breath as she stared for a long while at the moon through the crystalline dome of the chamber.

Naienna withdrew as the last tremor subsided, licking her fingers clean as she moved up next to Shalendris.

Dazed still from her release, and only now regaining her wits, Shalendris turned her head to the Draenei.

Naienna stood beside her, holding her giant, turgid cock with both hands. Lazily, she plapped the heavy battering ram of meat against the elf's obscene chest-boulders, painting them with her leaking precum.

Biting her lower lip for a moment, Shalendris pondered what she needed and, looking down at that giant cock, she knew she wanted it inside her immediately.

"Take me," she breathed, hand lazily rubbing over the swollen folds of her pussy, spreading herself.

Naienna grinned and nodded a response, moving back between the elf's legs. With every step taken, that obscene colossus of hers bobbed, dropping with lewd plap-plap-plaps its clear precum.

She hooked her arms beneath the woman's knees, bringing her closer to the edge of that altar, with her cock long enough to cast a moonlit shadow from the woman's cunt to her lips.

And as the Draenei's balls pressed against her smoldering, drooling cunt, Shalendris could only shudder in delight.

Naienna took a step back, dragging her throbbing cockhelm across the elf's toned stomach as she did so, after which she took a second step back to allow for her cock to rest at the woman's entrance.

Gripping her huge prick with both hands, the Draenei paused, allowing for a moment's anticipation before she notched her massive crown against that pink slit. Their eyes locked, and Naienna pushed forward.

The stretch of that fat head caused Shalendris's mouth to fall open in a silent scream of pleasure and pain, though she soon found that some soothing magic - which she could quite well recognize by her training - began turning any pain into sheer pleasure.

"A little... Hrnf... trick..." Naienna said with a slight chuckle as the first few inches of her oversized, cunt-wrecking fuckspear pressed into the elf.

Shalendris barely heard those words as a primal "Nhhuaaaaauu~!!!" was torn from her lungs, the first foot of that colossal, throbbing prick vanishing inside her, kissing her cervix... and pushing, pushing against it so deliciously.

Both Shalendris's hands flew to her tits to steady those wobbling udders as she writhed beneath Naienna who was now cramming fourteen... sixteen... eighteen inches of diamond-hard draecock inside her drenched pussy.

The walls of her cunt, squeezing and clenching around the Draenei's length, ached for more.

Naienna gave that elf-hole a few shallow thrusts, allowing for the woman to get used to her size before pulling out a little, stuffing a few inches more into that heavenly mitt. Slowly, she established a rhythm, pumping and cramming her giant meatpipe into the druidess.

Soon, nearly two feet of cock had been pushed inside Shalendris, and the penetration became easier, Naienna pumping fat, thumb-thick ropes of prenut directly into her womb.

Hot and utterly saturated with life and light-magic, that precum poured forth from the Draenei's virile, melon-sized balls.

Before long, Shalendris had well over twenty four inches of dick inside her, her stomach bulging obscenely from the sheer size of that fuckpipe. Looking down at herself, past her mountainous tits, Shalendris could well see how her body was taking it, the walls of her greedy, juicy elf-cunt squeezing around the Draenei's bitch-breaking meathammer.

Twenty four inches... twenty six...

Lewd SCHLORP SCHLP SCHLP! noises came of their coupling as Shalendris's frothing pussy juices, mixed with Naienna's gold-tinged pre, ran down her ass.

The Lightforged's hands found their way to the elf's tits, squeezing them hard, marveling at how that sea of titmeat seemed to swallow her palms. And how she could likely lose her arm up to its elbow in those gargantuan tits.

Twenty eight inches...

Shalendris could scarcely moan any more, as her throat had grown sore from her previous vocalizations.

Naienna was only more turned on by that fact. By the fact that this beautiful and oh so incredibly curvaceous elf had screamed herself hoarse from pleasure. From but a single of the orgasms she'd given her.

With another powerful push, several more inches vanished inside Shalendris, that bulge extending far enough now that it simply vanished between her mountainous mammaries, the lips of her pussy stretched to such a degree that it seemed as though she couldn't take even an inch more.

And after a whole five minutes of working herself into that sloppy cunt, Naienna finally bottomed out - and with a lewd splop her gigantic cockhead breached the ring of Shalendris's cervix, that cockhead pushing right into her womb.

Shalendris could feel the woman's balls once more pressed to her, those molten-hot cum-factories boiling with seed...

A fresh gush of fluids spurted from around her stretched entrance as her body responded to that fullness with a sudden, violent orgasm. She threw her head back, arching her back and writhing upon the stone altar as though buffeted by winds only she could feel.

Their joining was a rough, messy affair as Naienna began pumping Shalendris with her fat pussysplitter, only managing to pull out half her cock from that squeezing, smoldering cocksleeve before slamming herself back.

Her rhythm grew faster with each thrust, those enormous balls swinging to and fro as twin wrecking balls, plapping hard against the huge, round globes of Shalendris's ass on each downward stroke.

Before Elune, Shalendris mewled and begged for more.

Begged for that cock, boring out her insides.

Stretching her to divine fullness.

In response, the night elf wrapped her legs around the Draenei's, heels pressed to the small of her back. With each stroke of Naienna's obese meatlog, Shalendris would press her heels down, encouraging her to go harder, faster. To claim her.

Grunts and groans came of the elf, now, a far cry from her moans and gasps of earlier.

This was now a primal affair, a bestial ravaging the likes Shalendris hadn't experienced in years.

As they fucked, Naienna leaned forward, claiming Shalendris's lips with her own, sucking the breath from her lungs with a deep tongue kiss.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAPPLAPLAPLAPLAP!

Naienna's hips were a blur as she ravaged that silken gash, their combined essence, precum and girlcum, bubbling out from the corners of their joining.

"Ghhhuunnggg... Fuck..." groaned Shalendris, rolling her head back and breaking their kiss.

Getting fucked, used as little more than a sex toy by such a supremely hung cockgoddess was her purpose now and, as that realization hit her, she came.

Hard.

She shook and moaned, wailing and writhing beneath the Draenei as ecstasy took her. "Elune... ELllluuuuUUUUUuunuuuhh...!" she moaned. If there were any priestesses left in the temple, there was no doubt they'd heard her, despite the strained, scratchy quality of her voice.

Every thrust caused Naienna's hips to collide with the underside of Shalendris's thighs, balls clapping those big round ass cheeks, sending tremors rippling out with each impact until -

"I'm close," breathed Naienna, golden eyes staring in Shalendris's own.

With her mind barely even present as she came hard upon Naienna's cock, Shalendris offered only a weak nod.

Pumping herself into Shalendris, Naienna knew she would not hold on for much longer. The elf's cunt was far too greedy, massaging her length as it now was.

She gasped, and hilted herself with a final, bone-jarring thrust. Her cock expanded as the first few blasts of virile fuckbatter began shooting forth, up through the fat cumvein on the thing's underbelly. Had it not been lodged so deep inside, Shalendris might have witnessed the fist-sized cumblasts travelling up through Naienna's cock.

The first blast forced another climax out of the panting, sweat-slicked elf, the sheer force of that golden cum-spear punching into the back of her womb and flooding it instantly. Contracting around the immense length of the Draenei's cock, that kaldorei pussy coaxed more and more jizz from that mighty fucktube.

Naienna's cock twitched again and again, spitting forth her light-infused, ultra-potent seed.

Shalendris's gift - her Aessina-granted ability to absorb various energies - worked overtime to absorb as much of Naienna's cum as it could, transferring that energy upwards to her chest, but also making her even more curvaceous than she already was.

Naienna's eyes widened, at the sight, watching as more of her hands - and arms - were swallowed. "By the... Gmmfff... Light..." she managed, pumping more fat ropes of glowing, quivering ballgoop right into the elf's womb, causing her stomach to bloat with radiant warmth.

Swelling noticeably, Shalendris's stomach stretched and stretched to accommodate the obscene amounts of cum being pumped into her, her chest growing, thighs becoming thicker, ass gaining in volume... If she'd been curvaceous before, she was now a vision of fertility - cumming again and again on that divine cunt-ruining she-cock.

And with each contraction of the Draenei's melon-sized nuts, it seemed Shalendris's bust would grow and grow, inch by inch, heavier and fuller. Mountainous would not have been a word sufficient to describe them any longer.

After long, long minutes of nonstop-climaxing, Shalendris felt Naienna slowly began to withdraw. She could feel, too, that bloated prickhead dragging along her inner walls, coaxing one last shuddering orgasm from her twitching, writhing form.

Naienna had not retreated due to her orgasm subsiding, but simply because she couldn't resist those gigantic elf-udders any longer. Her golden eyes were fixed upon them, watching as every motion sent those colossal mounds to wobbling, gravity flattening them alluringly to twin lakes of titflesh.

They now resembled nothing so much as small hillocks of flesh, each one easily the size of her head six times over, with nipples the size of a woman's fist.

In one swift motion, the Draenei mounted the altar, straddling Shalendris's waist. The two women shared a look and Shalendris reached up with her hands, pressing them to the sides of her overgrown fuckmountains to create a perfect tit-canyon for Naienna to push into.

Pointing her cock at the elf's tits, Naienna shot forth rope after golden rope of light-infused cum onto Shalendris's tits, covering each monumental orb in more cum than a whole village's worth of men might produce in a month.

With a smirk, and with Shalendris's tits covered in plentiful, sloppy lubricant, the Draenei slapped her massive, throbbing length between Shalendris's overgrown udders with a lewd THWAP!

The impact sent ripples of titflesh outward as her cock sunk between those fat lavender-hued jizztargets.

Naienna leaned forward once more, pressing her own impressive endowments to Shalendris's, and using her forearms to further ensnare those wobbling masses.

With her prick well and truly lost between the elf's obscene jugs, the Draenei then began to thrust, her cock sliding wetly, sloppily, between those titanic titties.

Despite their size, however, each forward thrust allowed for the last six or so inches of Naienna's cock to pop free of Shalendris's cleavage, thus giving her the perfect opportunity to lift her head up and kiss that still-spewing jizzcannon.

The night elf's tongue, greedy as it was, shot out, desperately slurping at Naienna's cockhead whenever it would come forth, and her lips would engulf the twitching, pulsing tip, sucking down that torrential cumflow with obscene, wet SCHLRRRRPs.

Naienna groaned at the dual-sensation of the kaldorei's tits and mouth upon her vascular leviathan, watching the woman's throat bulge with each swallow of ballgoop.

Shalendris's silvery eyes rolled back, pussy spasming as another mind-shattering orgasm struck her, simply from the taste of the Draenei's divine nut flooding her mouth, her throat, her stomach.

Her gaped cunt continued leaking rivers of that same glowing jizz, womb so thoroughly packed that each of Naienna's thrusts pushed against it, sending spurts of golden seed gushing out with lewd SPLRT s, soaking the altar beneath her and the cheeks of her magically-enhanced rump.

Shalendris gagged violently - MFFFGLRRRKK!! - as a particularly powerful blast shot directly down her throat from that throbbing meathose, momentarily cutting off her oxygen with how incredibly thick it was, potent enough, she knew, that a single drop might inseminate a hundred women or more.

Naienna's rhythm grew savage, hips pistoning with force enough that Shalendris's tits sloshed back and forth like twin tsunamis threatening to simply drown their owner.

The slapping sounds of that titpounding filled the temple, the Draenei's pelvis slamming again and again upon the underside of those purple-peaked mountains.

THWAP! FWAP! FWAP-FWAP!

Ramming herself again and again between those vast cockpillows, Naienna leaned back slightly to grab hold of those fist-sized nipples, squeezing them hard and tugging on them, provoking a stream of curses and pleasured moans.

SPLRT SPLRT!

Fat globs of radiant splooge spurted out from between the elf's cumslathered tits as Naienna kept cumming, her release seemingly endless.

Had her mind not been ruined by the pleasure of that orgasm-chain, Shalendris might have wondered how such a thing was possible.

Even the other dick-wielding Draenei women she'd bedded had never cum this fucking much.

Shalendris's mouth hung open in a permanent 'O' of ecstasy, remaining open for Naienna to fuck whenever she would push her cock forward.

"Guh-guh-guh!" Shalendris groaned and gasped as she was brutally face-and-titfucked, catching as much of that glowing cocksnot as she could upon her face, and swallowing whatever landed in her mouth.

She'd become little more than a vessel for Naienna's seed, a druidic, cockruined cumdump.

And she loved every second of it.

The sheer abundance of their essences, Naienna's jizz and her own clear cumslick, now covered most of the stone altar, spilling over the edges and onto the once-immaculate floor below.

Now, that floor had been ruined.

The priestesses would doubtlessly find that sacred space thoroughly defiled - baptized in the slick offerings of that mating. Doubtlessly, too, would they imagine that an orgy had taken place within the sacred chamber, for who could produce such vast quantities of cum?

Had they been on a bed, it would have long ago been destroyed, for Naienna was relentless, pounding away at Shalendris's tits, as though stopping or even slowing might spell some terrible doom for her. As though her very life depended on it.

She gritted her teeth, still gripping Shalendris's fist-sized nipples, rutting against that overabundant, cumslathered titmeat.

As though another release was approaching to coincide with that ongoing release, Naienna extricated herself from between Shalendris's tits, spurting more fat ropes of piping hot fuckbatter right over the slopes of her elven udders.

A thick layer of draecum covered most of Shalendris's upper body now, sloughing off her in thick, glowing globs.

Barely giving the woman time to adjust, she lifted her leg across the night elf until she stood at the other end of the altar, cock level with the woman's face.

There was simply no other way to do what she wanted to do.

"Open wide," she ordered, shooting another rope of cum across Shalendris's upper body, reaching from her forehead to the beginning of her cleavage, below her collarbone.

Shalendris complied. She didn't have the willpower left to resist.

Not that she'd ever wish to.

Stretching her jaw to its limits, Shalendris immediately felt Naienna pulling her head back, creating a perfect passage for her to begin throatfucking her cumslicked oesophagus.

GLRRFFFFPPPTTT!!

Shalendris's throat distended as she took that obese fuckhammer of a cock, its outline plainly visibly through her neck.

Tears of effort streamed down her cheeks, gagging and choking as she played with her titanic breasts, their growth having slowed somewhat, but not entirely, as Aessina's gift worked overtime to absorb as much energy as it could.

Naienna gave Shalendris no time to adjust.

She simply rammed herself hard into that whorish elven throat.

GLRKFPT! GLKKKK!

The sounds of that throat-violation echoed against the walls, and Naienna's hips became a blur. Inch after meaty inch of obese draenic meat stretched Shalendris's throat, which convulsed desperately around that invading meat-spear.

Shalendris's vision blurred as more golden jizz shot forth from Naienna's cock - and the Draenei came again. The output from her cock only grew, shooting directly into Shalendris's stomach, distending the elf's belly visibly with each fresh volley of virile draenic ballsludge.

Rivulets of cum-tinged drool ran from the corners of Shalendris's mouth, rolling down her cheeks and into her cum-clumped hair.

The Draenei's melon-sized balls slapped wetly against Shalendris's face with every forward thrust, cum-factories still churning out absurd amounts of potent she-seed despite the gallons she'd already expelled.

Shalendris's world was little more than pleasure and cock now, choking on three feet of throbbing she-meat.

And just when she thought she might pass out, Naienna pulled out.

Not much. Just enough to allow Shalendris a half-breath before she stuffed her veined throat-stretcher back down into that warm, spit-flooded passage.

GLRK GLRK GLRKGLRKGLRK!

Minutes passed in this fashion, as Naienna's release seemed endless, using Shalendris's throat to milk every drop from that pulsing shaft.

Gradually, however, after what seemed like an eternity (or two), the intensity of Naienna's release began to ebb. Her thrusts slowed, and the throbbing of her cock calmed, though it continued pumping forth impressive amounts of ballgunk with each contraction.

A soft moan fell from her lips just as a fat glob of spunk fell from Shalendris's.

The elf could only make, it seemed, wet gurgling sounds, her energy exhausted as her throat remained stuffed full of that mammoth meat. Her eyes had glazed over slightly, not from that delicious abuse, but from the brain-melting pleasure of it all.

If ever she'd gone through a religious experience, this had surely been one of them.

Finally, as the flow of her release slowed to a few weakened spurts, Naienna began to withdraw.

As one might draw a sword from a stone, Naienna pulled her cock from Shalendris's distended throat. Inch after cumslicked inch emerged, coated in the frothy mixture of saliva and cum.

When that fat cockhead emerged from the elf's throat with a lewd SCHLPORP! a flood of golden seen followed, sticking to her face in thick ropes as it fell wetly.

Shalendris moaned weakly, as though she didn't wish for that cock to leave her throat at all.

Naienna took a step back, cock still semi-hard, bobbing with each mighty throb. She admired her handiwork for a moment, Shalendris sprawled across the altar with the majority of her body painted by that thick, potent fucksludge.

Her stomach remained distended by the gallons of cum that had been pumped into her, and Naienna slowly stroked the last few dollops of nut from her cock, which she wiped on the druid's purple hair.

"Turn over," commanded Naienna simply.

A shiver came across Shalendris, and she obeyed before her mind had even processed the command.

Despite her exhaustion, despite her entire body feeling as though she'd just fucked a squadron of orcs, she obeyed... For she now knew what it meant to belong to a superior being. To be thoroughly, completely, and utterly claimed.

And so the night passed, with Naienna ravaging every hole Shalendris had on offer, properly blessing the temple of Elune with their pleasure. And by some miracle, as though some goddess had been watching them, they remained undisturbed throughout.